You woke up on a Saturday morning next to your fiance. You sat up and carefully got out of bed, trying your best not to wake him up. When he stayed sleeping, you left the room, leaving the door open just a crack.

You pulled your hood over your head as your socked feet padded into the kitchen. You popped two pieces of bread into the toaster and cut up an avocado.

While you were making your breakfast, Jay somehow managed to actually wake up before noon. Even before ten. Well, it was 9:57. But still before ten. He rolled over to look at you, only you weren't there. So he got up and went to the bathroom.

As you spread your avocado onto your toast, you were ignorant to Jay's return from the dead. So you obviously jumped a little when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the crook of your neck gently.

Mm.. morning.